Barefoot in Wet Grass

Via

Barefoot in wet grass

The cool trimmings of

Yesterday’s lawn

Cling to my feet

Like shoes of an

Organic sort, the shoes

Of a childhood spent

Barefoot in wet grass

Bonding with the ground

Grounded to a place tread on   

Many times before by many more

Than just me, just me and

My bare feet, dirty and rough

From many days passed

Barefoot in wet grass

And yet not, freedom wanes

A sensible pair of black flats

Take me through a work day

Blisters and bandages cover

Those beautiful bare feet

While I dream of standing

Barefoot in wet grass.

My poetically prose-y response to this week's Red Writing Hood prompt: shoes. I have a love/hate relationship with shoes. I prefer going barefoot.